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[zaphod4prez]

Stay calm, everybody.  The President of the Galaxy has arrived.

I come from a different planet.

Now, somebody mix me a drink and get my ship.  I'm getting out of here.

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[painfuldiodes]

Oh no.

Oh please no.

I have had nightmares about this moment. (Or at least, I would have if I had a proper subconscious, thank you very much once again Sirius Cybernetics.)

I suppose it's too much to hope that you'll just go away quietly?

[zaphod4prez]

MARVIN!

Did you bring the ship here, Marvin?

You crazy robot, what will you do next.

[painfuldiodes]

The Heart of Gold isn't here, nor is any other starship. Ship captains asking after their vessels is beginning to be a running theme here. A tiresome one.

You're trapped here. There is no way out. You will never leave. Which leaves both of us completely up a creek.

Me moreso of course.

[zaphod4prez]

Marvin.

Where is the ship, Marvin.

Be a good robot and tell me where the ship is.

Can you do that, Marvin?

Can you tell ol' Zaphod where the ship is?

[planepetrelli]

I wasn't aware there was an election for that.

[zaphod4prez]

I take it I got your vote for the next one though, right?

[planepetrelli]

Depends on who the other guy is.

I used to be in politics. I know they're all just idiots or sharks.

[c_for_caroline]

President of the ... right. Why not?

I'm currently contemplating getting totally blind myself, so I can at least guide you to the bar.

[zaphod4prez]

Well hello there, pretty lady. Would you like to see my spaceship?

[c_for_caroline]

If you've got a spaceship, Mr. President, I would love to see it. Can you pilot one of those drunk?

[zaphod4prez]

Should I? Probably not.

But can I? Zarquon singing fish, yeah!